Rise of Rurik Chapter 1184

The Frankish cavalry drove down the militiamen under the Ross army in pieces, and those cavalrymen who were not delayed by the chaotic battle manipulated the horses with **** hooves to leave the field temporarily, and then launched a second round of offensive.

Even if there are less than thirty cavalry left.

Some recruits can be scared to diaper their pants when they go to the battlefield for the first time, while others are not afraid of life and death.

Now young Hubert saw that his father's horse had fallen, and his father himself was thrown into chaos...

He didn't care about the pain and didn't panic, and his next actions were completely controlled by instinct.

"My father is in the chaos! Soldiers, follow me and charge again."

He looked to the left and right, ignoring the expressions of those people, his feet clamped on the horse's belly, and he continued to rush towards Chaos Zhan, holding his broad-bladed iron sword high and screaming.

At this moment, the landing site of the Ross army has turned into a scene of chaos.

If Baron Wolfgang is killed in action, his eldest son will naturally succeed him as the new Baron. If the eldest son also dies, the second son succeeds to the title.

The elite followers didn't care too much, now even if someone wants to protect the young master's safety, there is no chance.

The heroic Hubert led the way, followed by the baron's retinue and entered the chaos again.

The momentum of the cavalry was inevitably offset, and the young Hubert was worthy of his youth, cutting left and right with his iron sword, and anyone not wearing his own clothes was an enemy.

He didn't even have time to look for his father in the chaos, he just took the initiative to attack any enemy he saw in front of him.

Many militiamen had been hacked to death and wounded by him. Suddenly, as the horse was intentionally hacked, the mad horse threw him off in pain. The noble young master who fell hard got up, picked up the iron sword that fell not far away, and continued to fight. But this time, Hubert met a Ross warrior in a blue-striped white robe.

"White devil! I'll send you to hell!" Pao Xiaozhong slashed with his sword, and a fierce metal collision caused sparks to fly everywhere.

However, his iron sword finally bent.

He was suddenly hit by the huge Ross round shield, and the young warrior fell down, while the rushing Ross warrior held his sword in both hands and stabbed down with all his strength.

Thanks to the iron plate hidden in the cloth mask protecting the heart, the steel sword suddenly bent and spread out from the hand of Ross warrior.

Hubert, who had just escaped a catastrophe, didn't care too much. He got up instinctively, and suddenly he was hit hard by the ax on the back of the neck. The first battle of the young nobleman is the end, everything is over...

The eldest son died in battle, and the brave Baron Wolfgang of Saar knew nothing, or he himself was dying.

Just when the cavalry was rushing wildly, the spearhead of a militiaman pierced the gap in the armor uniformly, and because he rushed so violently, he slammed into the spearhead himself.

He was vomiting blood profusely, his calf was still being pressed down by the fallen war horse, and he was unable to move and he was vomiting blood even more.

The two armies caught in a chaotic war distinguished the enemy from the other's clothes. After all, even the Nassau and Koblenz militiamen specially put on simple white robes. Although they did not sew blue cloth strips, they proved their identities intact.

The battlefield like a blood mill is further eroding. The black fox of the chicken thief rolled and crawled to the river. He was already covered in mud, and a lot of blood was stained while crawling. When he stood up by the river, even his beard was stained. other people's blood.

It was like a polar bear that had just bitten a seal, even its white fur was red with blood.

The scene in front of him was very messy, deeply stimulated, he no longer cared about being cowardly, and rushed to the battlefield with a sword in his hand regardless of the fallen helmet.

It has to be said that this obese young man who also has blond hair, his blond hair has become a symbol in the chaotic war.

It's as if this guy is imitating Rurik, the king of Ross.

The black fox is no longer cowardly, and doesn't need to think wildly. Seeing that there are dying enemies wriggling on the ground, he stabs a few times at the wounded's vital organs.

Until by chance, the black fox stood beside the dying Baron Wolfgang.

The man who was spitting blood in front of him stared at his blood-red eyes. His face was livid and his body was covered in mud. He was wearing a well-decorated outer robe, which was completely different from other Frankish soldiers.

"You...are a nobleman?"

Wolfgang grumbled in pain, and slowly stretched out his right hand to clearly express something.

But the black fox didn't give him another chance, he had already raised his sword high and aimed at the man's weak neck. He declared his identity in Frankish: "I am the Baron of Wiesbaden enshrined by Ludwig, and I was ordered to attack Saar. Go to death!"

If the opportunity permits, let the enemy who is about to be killed understand. The rules in the north have always been like this, and even now the black fox is not exempt.

He vaguely felt that this person might be Baron Saar, since he had boasted before the war...

With the final assassination completed, Wolfgang's suffering is over. The half-kneeling black fox found a handaxe and cut off the man's head with a sullen mouth, for which his face also turned blood red.

Whether he is Baron Thrall or not, this guy must be.

I saw that the black fox simply inserted its own sword into the head, then raised it high, and shouted to the people who continued to be in chaos: "Baron Saar is dead! I killed it! I am Paul Black Fox! I killed Baron Thrall!"

Some of the Frankish warriors who fell from their horses still persisted in fighting, even if the situation was more critical, as noble servants, when they swore their allegiance, they decided not to break their oath.

But what's the matter? !

The baron's iron helmet is deliberately gilded, and the pure gold is particularly prominent on the gray-black helmet, while other retinue cavalry have no financial resources and are not qualified to add this kind of decoration.

And the helmet and the human head underneath were lifted high by a golden-haired "fat pig"? !

"No! The Baron is dead!"

"what should we do?!"

An ignorance is a flaw. The Ross army who ate a lot of food in the morning had an advantage in the face of the enemy who did not eat breakfast. Now that the last enemy was negligent, the Ross warriors with shields finally completed the final assassination.

Of course, there were also a few people who completely lost their will and ran to the north to escape, and behind them were the Ross soldiers who were constantly chasing them.

On the other side of the main battlefield, the elite Ross Army veterans completely suppressed Baron Saar's army. Those who have eaten attack those who have not eaten, and the more the shields collide, the battlefield is like a meat grinder. The personnel are squeezed like herring in a can, and the dense array is so dense that most of the soldiers become stabbed with swords. space is squeezed out. There is no art in such tactics, and it has become a contest of strength.

Even though Thrall had more troops, their breakfast was still bubbling in the kitchen, and the cook who cooked the meal had already disappeared.

Even the wife of Baron Saar, with her youngest son, and a small number of maids, boarded a specially reserved carriage and rushed along the Roman Avenue in the direction of Kaiserslautern in the north.

The old woman's eyes were full of tears, and she hugged her young son tightly and couldn't bear to look back.

And the total collapse of the Thrall army finally happened.

Because the elite soldiers suffered more and more casualties, the Salfon militia, who could only fight with the wind, were unwilling to fight desperately unless they were put to death. This time they threw their weapons and ran towards the north at the fastest speed. Even the occurrence of the collapse is directly related to the baron's family who fled in a carriage. Now that the nobles have fled, there is no need for everyone to be loyal.

The Thrall Army, which was once only slowly retreating from the stormy attack of the Ross Army, now has no fighting spirit.

Wadi looked not far behind, that little fat man actually held up his head to show off his might? ! Can't help laughing out loud.

What Vardy was most worried about did not happen, even though the landing site did become "a puddle of mud".

Individual cries can easily be drowned out in the chaos of hundreds or even thousands of people, and now what the brothers want is a clear leader.

I saw Vardy simply throwing away the shield, pulling out the hand ax hanging on the belt with his left hand, rushing out of the shield wall stained with a lot of blood, and attacking the fleeing enemies first...

Sarabrücken has finally turned into a completely defenseless town!

Those peaceful residents who were not capable of participating in the war fled on foot when the attack occurred, and now hundreds of militiamen and elite retinues who have thrown their weapons are also fleeing. Individual knights gave up their oaths, their mansions and family members. The desire to survive gained the upper hand, so they took off their helmets and cloth face armor just to escape faster.

At least 500 people of various colors fled the town, and more died in the pursuit of the Ross army.

The brothers robbed and killed at will, Wadi fixed his eyes on the tallest tower here, and called on the soldiers of Sixty Degrees: "Follow me, break the fortress!"

The defenders were gone, and they rushed into the undefended fortress and easily smelled the smell of wheat. Following the scent, they ran towards the shed, and everyone happened to see at least ten large pottery urns bubbling and bubbling.

The delighted soldier grinned from ear to ear: "Boss, we will have lunch in this way."

"Yeah. Don't talk nonsense, go to the tower first, and we will move it if there is gold. You... be careful not to be ambushed."

The fighters who had suffered a lot were extra careful this time, so when faced with the hidden people they actually found, they killed them indiscriminately.

The fortress formed by the tower and its attached buildings is indeed no man's land. The granary building in it is too conspicuous. After the wooden door is opened, the good-for-nothing warrior stabs his sword and pulls it out with all his strength. He sees the blood-soaked bloodletting tank A layer of wheat grains has been sticky.

Obviously, these wooden houses with sloping roofs are all granaries, and all the sacks are full of grain, and the number is beyond imagination.

In a short period of time, the whole of Sarabrücken was ransacked, everyone who hid in the house was killed, daily necessities were mixed up, useful small objects, and even the copper coins and silver coins found were collected by Ross soldiers.

Vardy believed that some gold and silver would be found, but he miscalculated.

Baron Saar had already reserved his backup, and the bridge where he was stationed was already at risk, or his fiefdom was already a place of right and wrong in the civil war. A person can die, as long as the family is not destroyed, as long as there is still a fire.

When the baroness fled, she brought a cash box and even a gold-plated dagger awarded by King Lothar. These belongings and tokens were enough to support the family's youngest son to make a comeback.

The blood on Vardy's face had already dried up. He stood panting on the top of the fortress tower. This place had a bird's-eye view of the entire town. He could clearly see the landing site of the Ross army, and he could clearly see that the army was cleaning the battlefield after the chaotic war. You can clearly see the objective of the mission—the Saar River Bridge.

"Boss! No gold was found." A soldier reported angrily.

"What did you say?"

"This Baron Thrall is a poor ghost. We searched through boxes and cabinets, but we didn't even have copper coins."

"Ridiculous." Vardy turned around and couldn't help asking: "Could it be that someone hid the gold and silver they found?"

"Swear to the gods! Including the gods of Frank." The soldier deliberately covered his chest. He didn't complain about being misunderstood, but he was still full of anger.

Soon another soldier reported that the statement was still "the baron is a poor man".

"Poor ghost? Didn't you find the cellar?!"

"I did. I found some rusty iron spears and swords in the cellar. They're gone."

"Could that Ohmlet be wrong? That guy... don't be rushed to death by the cavalry..." Vardy blew his nose and stared in disbelief. Everyone got nothing, but there was no point in continuing to stand on a high place.

When he went downstairs, he heard the soldiers cheering and found a large amount of food. Many excited soldiers were already jumping and jumping with sacks full of wheat on their shoulders. At least it is a good thing to find a huge amount of food to fill your stomach.

So, what is the guide Ohmlet doing? He likes to drink, but he wants to save his life and continue to drink in the future, so when he saw a group of cavalry not acting according to the routine, he slipped into the boat when the chaos broke out. However, in order to ensure that he looked like he had fought a war, he randomly got blood on his hands from the corpses that could be seen everywhere, and then smeared it on his cloth robe and face.

Omlet easily joined the black fox. He never imagined that this little fat man could hold a sword and raise a noble head to deliberately flaunt it. It looked like a ferocious beast showing off its prey.

"You are here. It seems that your God blesses you to survive. Look!" The black fox put down his terrifying head: "The helmet has a gold-plated pattern, you can identify it, is it Baron Thrall?"

Omlet had never met the Baron himself, only heard of his name.

"Well, you should ask the captive what he said."

"Captives?" If it weren't for Omlet's reminder, the army would have killed all the enemy's wounded soldiers.

Only then did the black fox intervene, and finally learned from the wounded enemy soldiers that he had beheaded Baron Thrall's head, as evidenced by the gold-plated helmet.

The chaotic war has ended, and the entire town has been occupied, which means that the army led by the black fox has arrived at the mission target, and the key mission will just start.

Before the operation, the army had full confidence in the army of the Middle Kingdom, and the operation in the Saar baronship went smoothly, and finally ushered in such a horrible chaotic battle.

The casualties of the Russian army were not small. More than half of the militiamen in Nassau and Koblenz suffered casualties, and the Russian army also suffered casualties.

More than one-tenth of the army of more than 500 people died in World War I, and nearly 100 wounded soldiers of varying degrees. Of course, those who can be called wounded soldiers, their wounds are not deep, or have no major internal injuries. As for those seriously wounded, the black fox has no conditions to rescue them. Facing them in dying pain, perhaps the best way is to send them to die early, even if the wounded soldiers are generally unwilling.

In the afternoon, the battlefield was littered with corpses, and only the corpses of the Ross army were neatly stacked. If one's own corpse had a chance to be transported back to Nassau for burial in autumn and winter, now it was summer, and within three days the corpse would have a horrible stench.

Vardy and Black Fox reunited, and the other two knights, Gilbert and Ballard, were also safe. The four of them figured out how to dispose of their own corpses.

No, some large pits were dug, and the Nassau-Koblenz militiamen who believed in God buried them in the open space next to the town. In order to prevent future enemies from intentionally digging the graves, the work of placing simple crosses on the graves was omitted.

Ten people from the Ross army died in the battle. Thanks to the well-prepared soldiers wearing heavy armor, it is a pity that they still died.

According to the rules in the north, ten firewood piles were piled up urgently, and a raging fire was already ignited on the firewood piles in the evening.

And more terrifying things also began to unfold in the afternoon.

The black fox really killed Baron Thrall, no matter how the little fat man did it, at least he did it.

The corpses of other enemy dead were scattered all over the place, but their heads were chopped off one by one.

The victorious Russ, repeating what they had done at Falklingas, cut short the enemy's spears and thrust them into the field with **** heads stuck in them.

Such a horrific performance art was originally authorized by Ludwig, that is, hundreds of heads were erected, and the soldiers of the Ross Army who performed this act felt terrified when they saw what they had done with their own hands.

Vardy had no time to supervise his subordinates to do this. He stood on the bridge with the black fox himself, jumped and stomped vigorously. Not only did he know its explanation, but he also realized that it might not be easy to destroy the bridge.

No, the strong men with long-handled axes began to destroy the wooden bridge deck in the afternoon, and some soldiers deliberately went down to the water surface along the stone pier, originally thinking about how to move the **** stone, they had to stand in the water and let it go The river was flooded up to the neck before the soldiers could clearly see the structure of the bridge.

Stone pier and wooden wall? But in fact, it's not. The existence of those stone piers is clearly reinforcing a large number of wooden piles, and the wooden piles are the real bridge piers.

Either because of bad luck or fear, the victorious army camped elsewhere. They roasted local horsemeat and continued to cook captured wheat.

It's a pity that there is too much wheat and the ships can't take it away. The black humor is that because many people died in the battle, some places in the cabin are vacant to pile up more sacks.

This night, the Ross soldiers discussed the victory during the day, and the Nassau and Koblenz militias after the war, they won, but the price they paid was too high, and there was no victory at all while eating hot barbecue joy.

The militia as a whole basically lost their combat effectiveness. Those who survived the chaotic battle just wanted to go home quickly and leave this cursed place. They didn't even dare to look towards the town. There were pieces of heads standing on the battlefield, and the ground It was a mess of headless corpses. A gust of wind blew in, and the air had an inexplicable smell of rust. The sound of the wind seemed to be the wailing of innocent souls.

Everyone thinks this is an uncomfortable place, and the black fox thinks the same way. He doesn't want to stay any longer, and doesn't want to relive the victory with a pile of enemy corpses. A pottery urn, and a large amount of plant ash was poured into it for preservation. The so-called "gift" to Ludwig.

The whole army rested on a quiet and clean deserted beach, sleeping soundly around the bonfire.

They didn't dare to stay longer, especially considering that the granary here was not small, and they were afraid that there would be a large army to fetch it, or there might be a large army passing through here. If Earl Saar was captured alive, it would be fine to kill him after obtaining conclusive information, but unfortunately there is no information available now.

If you want to destroy a large number of stone piers, you may have to carry it for many days to complete it. To destroy the solid wooden piles wrapped in stones, you need to chop and smash with a big axe.

The strong man was doing damage overnight, and there was a continuous roar from the bridge in the middle of the night. It was the sound of heavy bridge timber being smashed and falling into the river. They were busy all night, just trying not to delay their journey.

But the real evacuation will have to be postponed on the third day after the war, because the black fox wants to fulfill the contract with Ludwig. Since the wooden piles in the stone piers of the bridge are the core, if the bridge deck is destroyed, the wooden piles will be destroyed. The piles are also further damaged.

Will staying in Sarabrücken be hit by enemy reinforcements? Obviously hundreds of enemies escaped successfully, what if they went to Kaiserslautern to rescue soldiers?

The black fox definitely wouldn't stay for more days, the army actually stayed for a whole day, and walked away with as much spoils as possible in the afternoon of the next day.

The longship was filled with spoils of food as much as possible, and the owners of the staying flagship were also frantically consuming the local food reserves.

All food that could not be taken away was burned, including the entire town of Sarabrücken!

When the fleet went down the river, behind them was a town full of smoke, and a bridge over the Saar River with only bare piers left. The rope is reasonably pulled to the skew for a large number of people on the shore.

It is impossible for the Ross Army to completely destroy the pier with simple tools in a short period of time, but it is extremely difficult to continue laying new timber on the current pier.

If the army of the Middle Kingdom must cross the river, they can build a small pontoon bridge by surprise. After all, the width of the Saar River is limited, and there is always a way for them to cross the river. What the Ross army did was to create strong resistance for them, and the Saar River Bridge could not be restored for a while, and in the eyes of the black fox, he could already go to work.

Soon, the fleet disappeared without a trace for a short time, just as they suddenly appeared.

The smoke in Sarabrücken is getting thicker and thicker, the fire in the whole city is burning hotter and hotter, and those heads standing on the battlefield, and even the corpses in disorder, are all blackened by the terrible heat. boiling.

All the small boats here were destroyed, the planks of the bridge were completely damaged, and some planks that were broken in half were inserted askew in the river. The wooden piles inside the stone pier were either broken into "wooden flowers" or pulled crookedly, and even a few old wooden piles were pulled out abruptly.

The entire town has collapsed, and the huge smoke has turned into a column of smoke. After nightfall, the raging fire burns the entire sky red.

Not very far from this town, Adalbert, Earl of Metz, is leisurely moving along the Roman road with his newly recruited 2,000 troops and a large number of carriages. It is via the Salabrücken Bridge that the assembly continues to Kaiserslautern. And this time he personally escorted the last part of the troops into the team. It is said that after he finally arrived in Kaiserslautern~www.mtlnovel.com~, he would continue to wait for King Lothair's own cavalry to arrive.

As long as the king is together, the attack on Mainz will begin!

The big battle is the next two weeks.

But what about the northern sky? !

It is impossible for the army camped at night to ignore the blood-red northern sky, which is in the direction of Sarabrücken.

An ominous premonition came to his mind, and Count Metz held his chest: "Could it be that Ludwig's army attacked first?! Could it be that the Kaiserslautern defenders collapsed?!"

In fear and anxiety, this army had a difficult night. Count Metz has no choice. Many of his troops have already been stationed in Kaiserslautern, and some lower-level vassals are stationed there. As a big vassal in the core area of ​​Frank, his identity determined that no matter what difficulties he encountered, he had to rush over.

Because this civil war is an opportunity for Metz! Determines whether his family can regain the status of "Duke".

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